Skyscrapers silhouetted in the shattered sky, Concrete canyons echo with a mournful sigh, Lights that once dazzled now flicker and die, In New York City, where hopes go awry.
Bombs fall like rain, a thunderous roar, Liberty’s torch dims, hope is no more, Times Square deserted, neon signs ignored, In the heart of chaos, peace is abhorred.
Subway tunnels, once veins of a thriving beast, Now caverns of shadows, where whispers never cease, Grand Central's clock stopped, time is deceased, In Manhattan, where dreams find no release.
The Brooklyn Bridge stands, a spectral guard, Spanning the void where life is marred, Rivers run silent, reflecting shards, Of a city in ruins, its soul scarred.
Central Park’s greens now an ashen gray, Children's laughter lost, swept away, The Metropolitan Museum stands empty, a relic display, In a world where art has no say.
Empire State, a ghostly spire, Reaching for stars in a sky of fire, Wall Street’s numbers, now a funeral pyre, For capitalism, buried in the mire.
Statue of Liberty, eyes filled with tears, Witness to destruction, to humanity’s fears, Echoing cries of yesteryears, As war tears through futures, and history sears.
In Harlem, jazz notes mournfully play, A requiem for peace in disarray, Voices raised in a somber array, In a city where dreams decay.
Hospitals turned into makeshift wards, Doctors and nurses, unsung lords, Battling not just wounds, but swords, Of despair in a world that abhors.
The United Nations, a silent hall, Once a beacon, now a somber pall, Diplomacy’s failure, humanity’s stall, In a city where unity falls.
Amidst the rubble, a flicker of light, Citizens band together, in the fight, A semblance of hope, burning bright, In New York City, amidst the night.
Streets once filled with life, now a somber lane, Echoes of laughter, now cries of pain, Yet, in the debris, resilience remains, In a city that’s lost, yet forever remains.